Lo Feo

In an old basin
I planted violets for you
and being near the river
in an empty snail shell
I kept a star for you.

In a broken bottle
I kept a firefly for you
and on a dull fence
the coral snake was entwined
blooming for you.

Little cockroach wing
carried to the anthill
that's how I want in my death
to be taken to the cemetery.

Dump, dump
that no one wants to look at
but if the moon comes out
your cans will shine.

To things that are ugly
put a little love
and you'll see that sadness
will change color.